The time change is killing me. It kills me every year. I have a hard enough time getting up in the morning as it is.  So when the country forces us to “Spring Forward”, I am NOT a happy camper.

To make matters worse, my commute to work has become increasingly frustrating. I don’t understand what’s going on but Muni has been suckin’ and I never seem to catch the hospital shuttle at the right time. In fact, today I left my house earlier than usual in hopes of having some extra time to prepare for my day but it do me any good since my usual 45-minute commute took me a whole 60 minutes with hardly any time to sip my coffee and inhale my Balance Bar. It was an emergency breakfast day instead of my usual warm bowl of oatmeal with raisins and brown sugar. Anyway, it’s about 10-something right now and I’m going to bed. Maybe tomorrow will be better.